Holy crap. This thing still exists.

So, anyway, yeah. I feel really free. It's as though I can type any old thing I want in here and get away with it because there's no chance in Hell that anyone I know will actually read this. Tell ya wot, if you ever get hella depressed, watch Pink Floyd The Wall. If you've seen it, surely you must agree. If you haven't, then your first viewing of this opera should be alone, wide awake, during the middle of the afternoon, and stone cold sober. If this viewing does not have you in tears by the time it's over, you'd better check your pulse. In the long run, though, it cheers you up because, unless you're one screwed-up mofo, it makes you realize that your life could very definitely be worse.

A Deeper Meaning?

What could it possibly mean that someone lame enough to care about grammar, spelling, capitalization, and puctuation has started a blog?

Nothing.

If you're going to try to find some kind of deeper meaning in this, you won't have much luck. I'm still not sure why I'm doing this. I'm not sure whether I should make this a nerdy diary blog, a pathetic little emo kid's blog, or a load of existential babble.

First Post

Okay, so... Here's my blog... It's chilling.
I'm one of those people who has a lag time of about two to four years before picking up on most Internet fads. I only got an IM screenname a couple weeks ago. I still use correct grammar, syntax, and mechanics online (no stupid Internet acronyms.) Emoticons scare the ever-loving crap out of me. I am never going to stop being what I believe is known in the Online Vernacular as a "n00b."